Nomen et Mortuus
(Name the Death)
A Star Wars the Old Republic tale
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Achilles sensed something dark within the ship in the back of his mind. But the concern for the Jedi Master clouded his thoughts and the warning went unnoticed.
An alarm sounded in the cockpit of
The Arcadian Fist
forcing the spaceship to exit hyperspace early. Anubys' eyes went wide at the sight before him. Outside Kashyyyk space a major battle was taking place between the Republic and Sith Empire. Plasma beams exploded all around them the moment their ship came into view. They had arrived at the worst possible moment.
"Ian Mount is on the planet, I can sense his force signature," Achilles said.
"In case you didn't notice kid there's a battle between the planet and us," replied Anubys. "And by the way, you said this man was in trouble... you failed to mention the entire Sith fleet."
Anubys grabbed the throttle with both hands and pulled back hard in a desperate evasive maneuver. More alarms sounded as the ship's shield took a direct hit. "Tee Seven shields are failing get in here," he shouted. "The rest of you man those guns!"
The astromech droid sounded a long and loud beep that almost sounded like a scream; as the ship was hit again, sending the droid flying into the cockpit's console. T-7 took a moment to recover before extending an arm to plug into the ships systems.
Achilles and Nicholas Fury rose from their seats and ran for the ladder leading to the ship's guns. Fury reacted first due to his years of experience in combat with the Republic Special Forces. He threw himself onto the ladder and headed up.
Achilles was hesitant. The young eighteen year old had never been in a space battle before. Each time the ship shook it sent his clumsy teenage body into the walls or onto the floor. He cursed at himself as he picked himself up from the floor for the umpteenth time before reaching the ladder. He sensed that Fury was on the upper guns so he headed down to the lower ones.
The young Jedi's heart pounded in his chest as he sat down and fastened the seat restraints around himself. Once he looked out into space he was overwhelmed by what he saw. Everywhere his eyes could see there were massive ships blasting away at each other. Sith ships orbited Kashyyyk while the Republic fleet came in behind them. Plasma bolts and explosions filled the areas between them.
Squadrons of smaller Sith fighters were breaking off from the main battle and headed towards
The Arcadian Fist.
The Sith were on high alert. After having one Republic fleet ambush them from behind they were eager to prevent another from the side. Unbeknownst to them it wasn't another fleet but just a lone ship.
Achilles took a deep breath as he placed his shaking hands onto the gun's controls. He reached out with the force; he allowed it to flow through him as he cleared his mind.
"Let them pass by, fire on their backs while they think our guns are down," said Fury over the ships com system. "We'll catch them with their pants down."
T-7 was patched into the ship's systems, calculating where and when the ship would get hit and strengthening the shield in those locations. The little droid was one of the brightest Anubys had ever seen. He didn't think the droid ever had its memory wiped. Those thoughts didn't last long. All that mattered now was how glad Anubys was that Achilles had found the droid on one of their missions. The little droid was the sole reason they were still flying at this very moment.
Achilles let out a long breath, he didn't realized he was holding his breath waiting for the Sith fighters to fly by. At last the moment came when the ships flew by like small comets whizzing by. He began to turn the gun around to fire on them as Fury called out, "Fire!"
It was clear to Achilles that his experienced mentor had turned his guns ahead of time and was prepared unlike him. Fury unleashed hell upon the closest five ships, hitting their unshielded engines. The fighters had expected resistance to come right at them and had their front shields set to full. Two of the closest fighters lost control of their ships and spun before exploding.
A moment later Achilles began to fire, adding to the chaos as the fighters took evasive maneuvers. With the aid of the force, Achilles' shots hit their targets. The only downside was unlike Fury, Achilles didn't know what to aim at. His shots hit the fighter's plated armor while Fury's hit engines and critical hotspots.
The Sith began their second attack wave flying right into their gun fire. Instead of attacking in formation the Fighters split up into three smaller groups. Fury kept his guns aimed at group that broke off above the ship. The same three Sith that had escaped his first volley of shots. One by one the veteran trooper eliminated his targets.